Tuesday, March 11, 2003
Busy day, busy day. Damn you busy day.
Does it ever slow down? Did I graduate college just to move to NYC to get a job at a better college then where I went? How does this happen? And why does it seem as though I will never escape from the clutches of academia? I don’t get it. Ah well…at least I get paid, right?
Sort of. Sort of right.
Have been a very good boy when it comes to that which I stick in my mouth. Ok, that came across in a completely different way than I meant it to. What I meant to say is: “I have been really good about the food I have been eating”. But I have also been good as to the cocks I have put in my mouth as well. Meaning…none. Paul still won’t hook up with me. Last night, although I had masturbated before he got to my house (had to alleviate the pressure somehow, you know?), I said: “Tonight’s the night. Get naked!” For the first time in a couple of months, he didn't immediately say “no”. Instead, he paused, thought about it for a minute and THEN said: “No”. We ARE GETTING SOMEWHERE AFTERALL! My plan is just to remain patient with him about it and to casually bring it up every day until I get me some action! Not that I’m not trying to help him figure this whole thing out. But I do miss it a lot more than I thought I would. I’m 25 years old and I want to be loved! Physically loved.
yawn.
We are having a birthday party for Ari in about 5 minutes, so I gotta make this quick today. Why is it that we have parties every 3 days?? Gah! Does anyone ever get any work done around here? Oh yeah. They don’t.
I had California Rolls today, in honor of Miss Rita. They weren’t very good and now my stomach is raging. Is it possible to buy BAD Cali rolls? They were so unappetizing, that when I got to the last one, I bit into it, gagged and spit it into the garbage. All the Wasabe in the world couldn’t make it better.
Tonight I am off to visit Paul at one of his jobs. I have yet to go get a drink at his bar, but he has been begging and begging for me to come. Tonight I drag Mariah with me for a drink or two. And they better be free, cuz I don’t think I could even afford the water in this place. It’s classy and snooty and why am I going there again?
Ari has planned her birthday party for this Saturday. WHOO HOO ROCK! It’s going to be weird to meet some of the fellow bloggers out there. For example, “A Girl Named Bob”. Is she a real live person? WEIRD! I have roped Mariah into going with me for a drink. It should be pretty convenient since we are going out with Paul’s family earlier in the evening. Cuz UM! Paul’s family wants to get to know me???? I thought they wanted all gay people dead! But Paul seems to think I will live through the night, so wish me luck! He is planning on taking them to a show on Saturday evening and if I behave myself, maybe he will buy my ticket too! Then I can see a Broadway show for free! Now THAT could be fun. And less talking amongst the gay boys and the family.
Although I SWEAR that his sister and his aunt are raging lesbians. I mean, both could defeat me in an arm wrestling match. EASILY. They are some tough looking bitches. But Paul swears that although they have dirty fingernails and can bench 450#, they are straight. Who knows.
Ok, the housekeeper just came over to me, tapping on her watch and informing me that it’s time for the party. I’m sorry, but can’t the housekeeper see that I am BUSY typing in my journal?!?! I mean, gosh!
Alright, now my annoying boss is up my ass. And he’s big. So I gotta go eat some shitty Entemann’s cake.
Adios and something more clever.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Okay, so the party is over. It actually was pretty painless. Ari and I hung out at her party for about 10 minutes and then spent the rest of the time hiding out smoking cigarettes. Now THAT’S what I call a party.
RITA…I sent over Michelle to buy the cakes and stuff for the party and on the UFM form, I wrote $30 thinking that that should be MORE than enough to buy a cake or two and some soda. Well, Michelle spent the entire $30 on 4 cakes, a basket of fruit, 3 gallons of soda, and the most expensive juice she could find. In fact, she spent $30.06 and says to me: “I was so close to the limit that I had to put in $.06 of my own money.
Oh Michelle. My bad. I should have explained better that we don’t throw $30 parties. Hee hee. Guess I won’t be getting that raise afterall.
Alright…aRdios!
Does it ever slow down? Did I graduate college just to move to NYC to get a job at a better college then where I went? How does this happen? And why does it seem as though I will never escape from the clutches of academia? I don’t get it. Ah well…at least I get paid, right?
Sort of. Sort of right.
Have been a very good boy when it comes to that which I stick in my mouth. Ok, that came across in a completely different way than I meant it to. What I meant to say is: “I have been really good about the food I have been eating”. But I have also been good as to the cocks I have put in my mouth as well. Meaning…none. Paul still won’t hook up with me. Last night, although I had masturbated before he got to my house (had to alleviate the pressure somehow, you know?), I said: “Tonight’s the night. Get naked!” For the first time in a couple of months, he didn't immediately say “no”. Instead, he paused, thought about it for a minute and THEN said: “No”. We ARE GETTING SOMEWHERE AFTERALL! My plan is just to remain patient with him about it and to casually bring it up every day until I get me some action! Not that I’m not trying to help him figure this whole thing out. But I do miss it a lot more than I thought I would. I’m 25 years old and I want to be loved! Physically loved.
yawn.
We are having a birthday party for Ari in about 5 minutes, so I gotta make this quick today. Why is it that we have parties every 3 days?? Gah! Does anyone ever get any work done around here? Oh yeah. They don’t.
I had California Rolls today, in honor of Miss Rita. They weren’t very good and now my stomach is raging. Is it possible to buy BAD Cali rolls? They were so unappetizing, that when I got to the last one, I bit into it, gagged and spit it into the garbage. All the Wasabe in the world couldn’t make it better.
Tonight I am off to visit Paul at one of his jobs. I have yet to go get a drink at his bar, but he has been begging and begging for me to come. Tonight I drag Mariah with me for a drink or two. And they better be free, cuz I don’t think I could even afford the water in this place. It’s classy and snooty and why am I going there again?
Ari has planned her birthday party for this Saturday. WHOO HOO ROCK! It’s going to be weird to meet some of the fellow bloggers out there. For example, “A Girl Named Bob”. Is she a real live person? WEIRD! I have roped Mariah into going with me for a drink. It should be pretty convenient since we are going out with Paul’s family earlier in the evening. Cuz UM! Paul’s family wants to get to know me???? I thought they wanted all gay people dead! But Paul seems to think I will live through the night, so wish me luck! He is planning on taking them to a show on Saturday evening and if I behave myself, maybe he will buy my ticket too! Then I can see a Broadway show for free! Now THAT could be fun. And less talking amongst the gay boys and the family.
Although I SWEAR that his sister and his aunt are raging lesbians. I mean, both could defeat me in an arm wrestling match. EASILY. They are some tough looking bitches. But Paul swears that although they have dirty fingernails and can bench 450#, they are straight. Who knows.
Ok, the housekeeper just came over to me, tapping on her watch and informing me that it’s time for the party. I’m sorry, but can’t the housekeeper see that I am BUSY typing in my journal?!?! I mean, gosh!
Alright, now my annoying boss is up my ass. And he’s big. So I gotta go eat some shitty Entemann’s cake.
Adios and something more clever.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
Okay, so the party is over. It actually was pretty painless. Ari and I hung out at her party for about 10 minutes and then spent the rest of the time hiding out smoking cigarettes. Now THAT’S what I call a party.
RITA…I sent over Michelle to buy the cakes and stuff for the party and on the UFM form, I wrote $30 thinking that that should be MORE than enough to buy a cake or two and some soda. Well, Michelle spent the entire $30 on 4 cakes, a basket of fruit, 3 gallons of soda, and the most expensive juice she could find. In fact, she spent $30.06 and says to me: “I was so close to the limit that I had to put in $.06 of my own money.
Oh Michelle. My bad. I should have explained better that we don’t throw $30 parties. Hee hee. Guess I won’t be getting that raise afterall.
Alright…aRdios!
